Stories about what is missing and what is lost, about what remains and what is in excess, with blood that stops with smoke, mud that spreads around souls, and money that does not generate.

In the world of Dimitris Nolla, the images sometimes become clear to depict his permanent themes, the stranger, loneliness, love, smoke that can do everything, the turning of the mind, place, identity as memory, the random and the fateful; and sometimes they duplicate to represent the complex relationship of things and people, as well as all the levels of a world that is as earthly as it is open to a metaphysical breath, which, integrated into his texts, seems self-evident. It simply shifts the space, time, and things a little, creating an atmosphere that often, even when it seems like a fairytale atmosphere, hides a threat or remorse within it.

All of this, everything relevant and more today than ever, with knowledge of human weakness and tenderness together, with subtle humor, with a decisive and vibrant language precisely because it does not accept the reins.

T.D.